They hadn’t seen anything, my skirt had covered it all, but Heath put a hand out, a silent demand for me to turn over my underwear to him.
I did so, squeezing my thighs together, while he ran his fingers over the silky lace of my panties. “You’re wet already.”
I nodded. I always was, whenever they were around. I was a constant state of low simmering need that was always ready for them, just like they were always ready for me.
My core throbbed at the thought of getting back to our cabin.
I already knew what would happen once we got there, and I was breathless in anticipation. I wriggled on the seat, trying to get some relief.
“Fuck, Mae,” Rowe groaned. “I can practically smell how hot you are right now.” He cupped his dick, rubbing it through his pants.
If he could, then so could I. The fabric of my skirt was so thin and floaty. I put my hand between my legs, spreading them wider so I could touch myself through it. I found my clit and applied pressure to it, in just the way I liked.
A low growl started up in the back of Heath’s throat, but he made no move to take over. His eyes held promises that I was probably not even going to make it inside the front door before he was inside me.
I could give him a show until then, though. I leaned back on the seat, adjusting my posture slightly so I had better access. I slowly drew my skirt up so it settled around my hips, flashing all of them how naked I was beneath. I pushed my fingers between my folds, gathering arousal on my fingers and pushing them up inside me.
It wasn’t even close to as good as when they did it, but it took the edge off, and I enjoyed the power I wielded over them in that moment. I closed my eyes and let myself do what came naturally, gradually building the desire into a budding orgasm.
We got back to the cabin with my fingers still deep inside my slit, my head thrown back, and my hips rolling with need. I barely even noticed Liam stop the car, or Heath get out and slam his way around to my side, throwing open the door.
For a moment, he just watched me. My legs trembled with need, and I pumped into my body faster, trying to find a friction point I couldn’t quite reach.
Heath’s growl became a roar. He unclipped my seat belt, grabbed my legs, and twisted them so I faced him standing outside. He yanked me forward so my ass was on the edge of the seat, and then he parted my knees to stand between them.
I hiked my skirt up for him as I lay back across the seats, knowing he needed me, hot and hard and fast.
Exactly how I needed him
“Your pussy is so fucking sweet. Look at you, always ready for me.”
He yanked down the fly on his suit, taking out his thick cock. His fingers dug into my thighs and he drove inside me.
It was all I needed to fall over the edge after working myself up on the way home. I clamped down on him while he pounded into me, his hips unrelenting until my orgasm subsided. He lay his body over mine, kissing me deep, his tongue plunging into my mouth, owning mine while he gathered me to his chest. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him inside me while I rode out the last of my orgasm tremors on his still-hard erection.
He managed to get me out of the car without smashing either of our heads and carried me up the stairs to the cabin, his cock still deep inside me. “You didn’t come,” I murmured, as he lay me out on the bed.
“Not yet. I will, but not yet.”
The other two had followed us in, both their gazes hot and needy. Liam had his shirt already half undone, and I stood, letting my skirt fall back in place. I helped him undress while Heath pushed Rowe up against a wall.
Liam ran his fingers through the back of my hair, then tugged sharply on the strands, tilting my head back so he could take my mouth while I undid the half a dozen tiny buttons on his shirt.
His shirt fell away, showing off the perfectly sculpted abs I couldn’t get enough of, but had to abandon all too quickly in order to get his belt undone. His suit pants dropped to the floor followed by his underwear. My top was abandoned soon after, my skirt shoved off my hips. Liam kissed a hungry path across my collarbone while Heath ground against Rowe, the two of them kissing deeply, having a reunion of their own.
They were so hot together. Heath’s tattoos moved, his muscles flexing and bunching. They were almost savage in the way they needed each other, and it was so raw and primal, it was impossible not to watch.
It was only made better by the man getting me naked at the same time. Liam’s fingers found the clasp on my bra and dragged the straps off my shoulders, leaving me as naked as he was. I stared up into his eyes. We’d started all this, the two of us together. At times when I wondered why all of this had happened, I then looked at Liam and I knew. Without Heath’s wrongful imprisonment, I would have never reconnected with Liam. And I would have never taken that job in the prison. I would have never found my true calling as a teacher, and I wouldn’t have ever met Rowe.
It had been hard, but it had all happened for a reason.
And now we got to reap the benefits.
I dropped to the floor, taking Liam’s cock in my mouth.
His fingers tightened on the back of my head, and he groaned, leaning back against a wall for support.
He was thick and hard. Not as big as Rowe, but then nobody but porn stars were. Liam was perfectly sized for my hand and mouth to work in unison. And he knew exactly what he was doing. He let me set the pace at first, but once I started making moany little noises, turned on from what we were doing, his hips took over. He thrust into my mouth, letting it hit the back of my throat. My scalp prickled deliciously, and he seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply to make it feel good, rather than hurt.
I closed my eyes, feeling sexy and confident in the knowledge of how wanted I was.
How loved.
Liam worshipped me, even when I was the one on my knees bringing him to orgasm.
I was so lost in the power I held that I didn’t notice Rowe slide between my legs. He lay flat on his back behind me, his face between my thighs.